Gogo finds herself in a dungeon

In a dark, oppressive room there was only a spotlight shining on a form hanging by their wrists from the ceiling. The slightly shaking form was naked with her head bowed. Their toes barely grazed the floor as they hung above a drain. A short distance away from the restrained form was a mayo table with strange instruments and tools all neatly lined up though a few appeared to already have been used.

“Ahhh,” the form gasped as the metal bits attached to her nipple bars sparked a second before the one attached to her clit buzzed dangerously. She winced as the rope holding her up dug into her wrists. Girl hanging by her wrists had a large, red, and apple shaped ass, teardrop B-Cups, and a curvaceous frame. Short scruffy black hair covered her face, shielding it from the light.

“Enjoying your little friends?” Chuckled darkly a voice as a new form slinked out of the shadows. This new person was wearing a dark outfit that covered nearly their entire body and a scratched up welder mask with bits of red splattered on it. They had a riding crop in one hand and a little remote in the other. The girl gritted her teeth as her nipples and clit received another shock. “They are only the beginning, Miss Tomago.” The form pressed the riding crop under Gogo’s chin and raised her head up to face him.

“That's all you got? I give myself worse Friday nights, bastard!” Gogo spat at the man. He looked down at the spit on the suit and pulled back with the riding crop. “Yipe!” She cried out as he cropped her across her breasts, leaving a bright red line.

“Naughty naughty Miss Tomago,” he laughed before tracing the mark with a finger. Then on a whim, he took the riding crop and tickled a **** nipple before giving it a light slap, earning a wince from the helpless Gogo. The man walked around Gogo dragging the riding crop down and around her curves, feeling along her stomach and around her hips. On reaching her taut ass, he gave each cheek a few taps and watched them jiggle slightly.

He chuckled as he tapped on a particular spot on her left buttcheek. “Nice tattoo. A little birdie with a flag. Appropriate…” He gave the tattoo a sharp whip causing the checkered flag to wave briefly. “After all, I have a bird in front of me and she’s going to be crossing another finish line tonight.” Gogo barked out a little laugh.

“Talking about me in the third person? Really?” She earned several more red lines on her ass and back for the laugh.

“I love how my little birdie sings,” he said darkly as he set aside his riding crop and picked up another tool. “I wonder how you would sing when I use my good friend Woody.” He waved a ten inch wooden dildo with ridges in front of her face while pressing himself against her back.

“A good friend huh?” Gogo grinned, straining through her wince from the zappers on her nipples.

“Not like that!” The masked man retorted as he backed up. “You’re lucky I already lubed it up.” He kneaded Gogo’s ass for a moment, getting a nice feel for her firm ass before pulling apart her cheeks. He pressed the dildo against her puckered anus and pushed it inside slowly.

“Fuck its too thick!” Gogo groaned as the dildo invaded her back entrance slowly, feeling as the masked man wiggled it around and didn’t let her get used to the size before pushing further in. “It’s going to split me in two!”

“It's barely halfway in,” the masked man taunted while most of the dildo was already inside her. He chuckled as he let go of the dildo to unzip his pants. Gogo’s eyes widened when she heard that sound and she tried shifting around to get loose. He grabbed her by the hips and lifted her up, letting some of her weight off of her wrists and set her just above his erect dick.

“Tell me where your friends are and this will end now,” the masked man offered, letting Gogo feel his large dick rubbing against her wet pussy.

“Go fuck yourself.” The masked man only laughed and pierced her warm pussy.

“Are you sure your wrists are okay? I was sure I programmed the right kind,” you asked checking Gogo’s slightly bruised hands. Gogo pulled her hands from your grasp and waved you away.

“I’ll be fine,” Gogo replied as she leaned into the extremely soft couch. “Not the worst rope I’ve been tied up with. And you could’ve used leather cuffs instead.”

“I’ll have it changed if you want it next time,” you suggested, also leaning back into the couch with a welder mask sat next to you. “I could barely see out of this thing.” You nod at Hinata 1 who walked by and passed you a cool towel. You wiped the sweat and other fluids that were still on your body while Gogo got one and started cleaning up some of the marks and cuts you had left on her tits and ass.

“Wow, this ointment is pretty good,” Gogo commented as she rubbed the ointment Hinata 1 passed her on a cut on her stomach. The long but narrow mark had already disappeared by the time she removed her hand from the spot.

“They have it available everywhere,” Hinata 1 said before bowing and leaving the room.

“You need help getting your back?” You asked, holding out your hand to take the bottle. She slapped you hand away with a low chuckle.

“Hell no, I know what you have in mind and I’m not ready for round 9,” Gogo gave you the LOOK and you put your hand away.

“No one ever lets me rub ointment on them,” you playfully pout.

“Uh-huh, didn’t you rub suntan lotion on Star and Erza this morning?” She reminded you before getting up.

“Where are you going?” You ask, watching her swaying ass walk away.

“I’m going to see if Laura or Shampoo want to help me apply ointment to my…hard to reach places,” She smirked as she smacked her butt. “Want to watch?” You were already at your feet and walking after her all while struggling to get your pants back on.